Earlier tonight, I was looking for a book in my giant messy bookcase, and a photo fell out and hurtled twenty-five years through time to my feet.
It’s like a warning to children what not to do with your hair.
I immediately scanned it and sent it as a private message to my college besties pictured in the photo, BH and MMB. (And yes, that’s me, “pretty” in pink, waving the biohazard.)
A slightly tweaked version of the ensuing conversation:
Me: Look what I found! Mind if I post it?
MMB: OMG. Go ahead. It will be a Throwback Thursday pic for certain. Man. You and BH look gorgeous. What was I thinking with those bangs? Why am I shooting a bird to the wall?
Me: I think you are giving the finger to my crimpy comb-over.
MMB: But where are we?
Me: It’s Wednesday night at the Zoo, baybeeee. Let the debauchery commence.
MMB: That’s what I thought at first…the Z, but we look too fresh, too “uncrushed.”
Me: I’m thinkin’ this was a “before” pic.
MMB: Look at you, Miss Environmentally Conscious, bringing your own Styrofoam cup!
Me: It’s to balance out the hole my hairspray carved in the ozone layer.
BH: Look at all the teeth and hair!
Me: I’ll be sleepin’ with the lights on for weeks.
Drunk on Life 
Ha! Really funny! Bien hecho.
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Gracias, amado mio.
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